The Mother

She was the Mother every child Would wish to love.. Always a word spoke.. Soft as a pure dove..

She busied herself in the kitchen.. With chicken and dough.. Waiting for her children she loved.. Themselves to show..

As they stirred themselves around her.. A special gleam came over her face.. She looked like the one.. Who had just won the race..

She never questioned.. Who was wrong or right... But just her children would... Always be in her sight...

Even as the years came and went.. And as her steps grew slow... Yet with her girls she was... Always ready to go...

As her strength grew weak.... She still had... That special quality of.. Being gentle and meek..

She had always hoped for a son... But that desire was not to be done... Yet I knew in my heart... She always counted me as one..

I am the most fortunate man... On this earth... For I have two Mothers... Of such great worth...

To my children she was always... Granny, and there was not another.. But to me she will forever be... My special Mother... H.L.McClain

Oh I believe there are angels among us... Sent down to us from somewhere up above... They come to you and me, in our darkest hours... To show us how to live, to teach us how to give... To guide us with a light of love. Angels Among Us Copyright Alabama

Mother's Memorial
Send your best Archangel
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